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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Franke,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Wings,
The Names,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.