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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.