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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Radiohead,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.