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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.