Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.