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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Red Krayola to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Franke,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.