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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.