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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.