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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.