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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.