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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.