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 Burkina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.