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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.