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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.