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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.