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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.