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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Motions,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.