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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Monolake,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
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Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.