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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Lyres,
Swans,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.