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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.