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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.