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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.