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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Smog,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.