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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.