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 France 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.