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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
The Associates,
UT,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.