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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.