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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
AZ,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.