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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.