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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.