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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.