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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.