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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.