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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.