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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.