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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.