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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.