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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.