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 Norway and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.