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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
The Victims,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Wings,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.