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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.