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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
MC5,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.