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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.