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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.