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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.