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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.