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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Qualms,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Magma,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.