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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.