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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.