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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.