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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s 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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Mars,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.