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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.