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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.