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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.