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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
the Slits,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.