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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.