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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Franke,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.