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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.