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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
UT,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.