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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Swans,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.