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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.