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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.