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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.