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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.