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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.