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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.