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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.