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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Sound to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
ABC,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.