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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.