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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.