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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.