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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.