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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.