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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.