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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.