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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Anakelly,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.