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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 CMW to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.