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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.