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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.