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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.