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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Cluster,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.