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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.