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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.