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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.