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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.