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 Finland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 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?
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.