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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 UT to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.