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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.