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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.