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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.