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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.