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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.