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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.