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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.