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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.