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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish 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 dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.