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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Crime,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.