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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Japan,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.