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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.