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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.