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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.