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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.