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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.