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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Busters,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.