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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.