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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.