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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.