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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.