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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.