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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.