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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Technova,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.