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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
MC5,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.