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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.