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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.