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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.