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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.