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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.