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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.