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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.