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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.