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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.