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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
The Names,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
The Fall,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.