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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.