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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 The Gun Club 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 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 Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.