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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.