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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Liliput,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.