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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.