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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.