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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.