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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Fear,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
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.