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 States 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.