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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Wings,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.