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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.