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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.