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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.