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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Brick,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.