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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.