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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.