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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.