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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.