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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.