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 Guinea 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.