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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.