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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.