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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
the Human League,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.