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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.