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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.