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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.