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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.