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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Evens 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.