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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.