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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.