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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.