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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.