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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.