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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.