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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.