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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.