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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.