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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.