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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Wings,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.