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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.