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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.