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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.