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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
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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.