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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
New Order,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.