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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Doors to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.