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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.