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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.