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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Sheep to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.