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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.