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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.