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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Move,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.