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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.