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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
UT,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.