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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.