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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Swans,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.