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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Faust,
Inner City,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.