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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.