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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.