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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.