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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
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.