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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.