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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.