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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.