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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.