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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 the Association to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.