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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.