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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Television,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.