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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.