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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
X-101,
Visage,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.