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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.