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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.