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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
PIL,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.