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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Nico,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.