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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.