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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.