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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.