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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Can,
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.