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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.