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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.