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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.