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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.