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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Inner City,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.