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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Crime,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Brick,
ABC,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.