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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
The Sound,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.