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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.