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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.