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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.