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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.