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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Pole,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.