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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.