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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
cv313,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.