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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.