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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Can,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.