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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.