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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.