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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 Lagos and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
ABC,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
DNA,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.