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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.