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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.