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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.