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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.