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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Magma,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Television,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
X-101,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.