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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.