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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.