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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.