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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.