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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.