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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.