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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.