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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.