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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.