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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
The Names,
New Order,
CMW,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.