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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.