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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Television,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.