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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.