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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.