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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.