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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.