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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.