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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.