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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.