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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Move,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.