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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.