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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.