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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.