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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.