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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Magma,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.