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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.