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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.