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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.