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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.