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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.