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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.