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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.