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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
June Days,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.