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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.