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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.