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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.