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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.