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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.