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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.