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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Urselle,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.