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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.