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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.