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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s 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?
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.