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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.