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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Shoche,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.