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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.