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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.