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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.