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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Can,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.