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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Television,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.