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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.