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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.