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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.