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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
the Association,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.