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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nico,
June Days,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
10cc,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.