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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.