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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.