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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Nico,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Organ,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.