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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.