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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Erasure,
Rakim,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.