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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.