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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
DNA,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Franke,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.