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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Index,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.