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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Swans,
the Normal,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.