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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.