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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
John Cale,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.