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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.