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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.