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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.