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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.