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 Syria 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nas to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.