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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.