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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.