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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.