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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
The Saints,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Franke,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.