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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.