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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.