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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.