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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.