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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.