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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.