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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
CMW,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.