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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.