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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.