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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.