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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.