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 Samoa and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Outsiders 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.