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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.