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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.