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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Smiths to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.