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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.