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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.