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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.