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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
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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.