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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.