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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.