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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.