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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.