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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.