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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.