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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Swans,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.