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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.