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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.