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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
MC5,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.