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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Swans,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.