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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.