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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.