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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.