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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.