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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Index,
Organ,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.