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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
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.