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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Brick,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.