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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.