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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.