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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.