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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.