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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 guitar 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.