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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.