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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.