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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.