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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.