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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.