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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.