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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.