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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.