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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.