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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.