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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Television,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
cv313,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.