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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.