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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.