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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.