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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.