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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.