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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.