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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.