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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
JFA,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.