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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Move to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.