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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.