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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.