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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.