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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.