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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.