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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.