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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.