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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.