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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.