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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.