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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.