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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.