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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.