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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.