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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.