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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.