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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.