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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.