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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.