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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.