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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.