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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.