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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.