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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.