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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Wings,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.