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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.