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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.