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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
X-101,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.