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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.