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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.