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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.