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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.