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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.