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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.