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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.