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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.