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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.