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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Raincoats 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.