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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.