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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.