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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.