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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Offenders,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.