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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.