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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.