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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.