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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.