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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.