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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.