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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.