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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Tehran and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.