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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.