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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Can,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.