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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Can,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.