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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.