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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.