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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.