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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.