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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.