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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter 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?
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
AZ,
Skaos,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.