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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.