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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak 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 grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.