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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.