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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.