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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.