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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.