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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.