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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 AZ to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Pole,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.