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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
ABBA,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.