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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Can,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.