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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.