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 States and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Can,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.