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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Association to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.