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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Television,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.