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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.