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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.