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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
The Index,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Television,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.