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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.