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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.