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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.