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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.