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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.