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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.