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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.