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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.