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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Audionom,
Faust,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.