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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Deakin,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.