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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.