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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.