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 Guyana and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.