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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.