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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.