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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.