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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.