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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Terry Callier 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Can,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.