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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Television,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.