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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.