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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.