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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Stooges 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Nico,
MC5,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.