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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.