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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Echospace,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.