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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.