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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Visage,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.