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 States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
AZ,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.