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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.