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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.