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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
X-101,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Organ,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.