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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.