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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.