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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.