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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.