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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.