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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.