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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.