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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Scion,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Organ,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.