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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.