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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.