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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.