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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.