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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.