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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
June Days,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
X-101,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Yaz,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.