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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Faust,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.