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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.