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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.