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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum 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 Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.