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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.