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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.