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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.