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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.