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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Nico,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.