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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.