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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Television,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.