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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.