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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.