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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.