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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.