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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.