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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.