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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Index,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.