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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.