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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.