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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.