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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.