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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.