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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.