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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.