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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.