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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Suicide 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.