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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.