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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.