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 China and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.