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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.