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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.